Song | The Sitting Room |
Artist | Anne Clark |
Album | Joined Up Writing/The Sitting Room |
作曲 : Appleton, Clark, Laschetti ... | |
You are just a tenant here, you say | |
Living in and out of this life | |
As cheaply as you can | |
I sit here in the darkness | |
gently | |
Like an old woman | |
Thoughts knot and click like brittle bones | |
doing too much | |
Trying to question all of this | |
Trying so hard to fade out | |
in the blackness | |
all of the fear | |
all of the tears that bring us to this | |
Sometimes it is better that we sit | |
here in the silence | |
I don't look at you | |
and you don't seem to notice | |
And the reasons - | |
the reasons are impossible to see converge | |
They gather like dust upon a shelf |
zuò qǔ : Appleton, Clark, Laschetti ... | |
You are just a tenant here, you say | |
Living in and out of this life | |
As cheaply as you can | |
I sit here in the darkness | |
gently | |
Like an old woman | |
Thoughts knot and click like brittle bones | |
doing too much | |
Trying to question all of this | |
Trying so hard to fade out | |
in the blackness | |
all of the fear | |
all of the tears that bring us to this | |
Sometimes it is better that we sit | |
here in the silence | |
I don' t look at you | |
and you don' t seem to notice | |
And the reasons | |
the reasons are impossible to see converge | |
They gather like dust upon a shelf |